It didn’t take a brain surgeon to understand why no one had volunteered for this procedure. It would take someone desperate, just like me, to volunt...er for something like this. But considering how deep I was in debt right now, this seemed like a very minor discomfort to endure to erase the majority of that debt. The clinical trials on this prosthetic were scheduled for two years. After that they would be removed and I would be free to move on. With as fast as my life had gone bad, the way it. ”“We will pay you.”I told them what private posing cost, and it was readilyagreed upon. I couldn’t believe that these young womenhad that much money, or that they were so hard up thatthey didn’t have boyfriends. But, I agreed that I wouldshow up at their dorm that evening…two hours away. Itwas a private college, and the dorms were pretty muchopen to visitors.I arrived at the designated room at precisely seveno’clock, and was let in by the overweight. So she stood, arms and hands spread (as far as the limited space allowed) in an unvoiced 'Well? What do you think?'He reached out and gently caressed her cheeks, then stroked down her front to briefly cup pert breasts and brush his thumbs over suddenly hard, erect, nipples. He found he needed to clear his throat before he could speak."Much better than okay," he said. "I'm not sure you're safe with me here like this."Her hands reached for the hem of his t-shirt and slid under it to caress his. "Thanks, Felix, for everything." Hell, Joey, you're family and Deirdre is your girlfriend. She's a good girl, too. Anytime."They arrived at the hospital even before the ambulance with Deirdre. They watched her arrive and Joey had to hold Maureen when the mangled girl was wheeled into the ER, her face a single, angry bruise. With horror Joey saw that the green sheet that covered her was blood soaked around her midsection. For four hours they sat in agonized silence before a stone faced surgeon.